A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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Meri baaton mein tu

Meri baaton mein tu,Maine manga jise

Wo dua tu hi tu,Aankhon hi aankhon mein

Baat

Life Is....

life is confusing

for all of us

no matter how small or how big

we all hav

Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her

TU SAFAR HAI MERA

Tera safar mera safar,

Tu kitab khubsurat hai, humsafar,

Mujh par daal tu ek naza

Back To Strangers

We started as strangers.

We fell and became lovers.

We started with a, "Hi,"

Everlastingly Friendship

Over time we've developed something extraordinary,

That will last forever because we're b

I Always Love You..

I love your eyes and your soft sighs.

I love your inner beauty, too.

I love the w

I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star

I wished for your love on a shooting star

and didn't think my wish would get too far.

Losing The Best Part Of Me

I'm no longer whole

And sadly neither is he

We've been locked out by pain

Sometimes I Feel

Sometimes I feel as if it was bad to fall in love at first sight,

But other moments it fe